While waiting for the train to come…

So I have been riding my bike to save gas and to get rid of my gut. The gut is slowly going, and the gas is being saved, though it is usually invested in taking two trips to Spanish Fork every week to see a very beautiful girl…call me a sucker.

ANYWAY, back on track here. Or TRAX which is another mode of transportation for me. I get on TRAX at 9th south, take it to 100 south, take a bus to 123rd south, and then ride my bike to 146th south in Blufdale–right next to the prison.

The Prison is situated at the bottom of a hill, so the road going around the Prison is on that hill. On my way to work I have to take a slow gradual grade up this thing till i get to the top just to plumit right down another road to get to my office. On the way back, it is a quick ascent to the top leaving you without a breath–well at least for me it did–and then you take the slow gradual decent.

Murphy’s law is in full force proving that the wind always blows in the opposite direction of the way you are pedaling.

Tonight I get out of work around 8:30 and take off in an effort to catch the 915 bus to the TRAX station where I will meet my awesome nephew Derek. The sunset was so pretty and the wind wasn;t even noticable so i decided to ride all the way to the station without worrying about the bus. my ride increased to 13 miles today.

sweet.

So the best part is at the station. Sitting there waiting for the train with Derek and there is a mother holding her what seems like a newborn infant in her arms. Then, as if to prove that there has to be a crazy person on at least every train, a woman shows up with a yellow BMX bike, looking very tom-boyish and boasts her home depot branded t-shirt. She looks at the mother with the infant and says:
“How old is your baby?” in a stark smokers voice.

“One month” she softly replies in order to not wake her child clearly expressing that she doesn’t really want to speak to anyone.

“Is this your first kid?” continues Ms. Home Depot,

“No, she isn’t”

“Thats what I was thinkin cause you look like you had more than one.”

…….

to which every jaw that was connected to a face that is connected to a head that has ears to hear literally drops to the ground and turns to see the death of one woman at the hands of a sleepless mother.

Just goes to show that in life, there are always people who want to say stuff, they just don’t always say the right thing. Not that i am a shining example of how to hold my tongue either but wow….his lady. God bless the crazies on UTA.